When he spoke, the man deliberately adjusted his voice to sound like he was thirteen years old, which made Si Jin shudder.
The action of picking up the paper suddenly stopped, and the hand holding the torn pages of the notebook slowly tightened.
Before long, he actually managed to crush the charred, mangled page and drop it to the ground.
All that remained in my hands were a few wisps of ashes...
Si Jin then came to her senses and hurriedly went to pick it up again.
He started forgetting a lot of things, though he didn't know when it started.
Those are his memories; he can't lose them, he can't lose them...
But as soon as he put his hand down, Lin Yuan gripped it tightly.
His hands were warm, and his movements were gentle, yet they made Si Jin tremble involuntarily.
It was too warm; he felt a little uncomfortable.
But he did not resist. Little by little, Ren Linyuan held his cold fingertips in his palm and slowly warmed them.
"Jinjin," he asked, "Really... can't you remember me?"
Si Jin remained dazed, her eyes utterly empty.
He lowered his head and, from a pile of burnt fragments, found a piece of paper covered with names written on it, which he then showed to Lin Yuan.
The paper was covered with "A-Yuan".
Written with a black carbon pen.
The yellowed paper was already somewhat torn, but the words "penetrating to the bone" were still clearly visible, almost tearing the paper apart.
This shows how serious and hard the person writing the words was at the time.
Lin Yuan's heart ached in waves.
His pride.
It was so difficult to finally see him in his true form. What exactly caused him to seal his soul and become like this?
Lin Yuan gritted his teeth and managed to hold back the tears that were about to spill from his eyes, forcing a warm smile: "Yes, it's A Yuan."
"Jinjin, do you remember how long it's been since we last saw each other?"
This question finally interrupted Si Jin's train of thought.
He gave up picking up the tattered papers, got up, and pulled Lin Yuan toward the wall on one side of the bed.
Pull back the thick, decorative curtains to reveal a whole wall of lettering behind them.
It was all written by Ayuan with a marker.
These names, one after another, are perfectly orderly.
Lin Yuan was so shocked that his heart skipped a beat, and even his lips turned white.
He heard Si Jin reply sullenly, "The character 'A' has seven strokes, and the character 'Yuan' has eleven strokes. A name has eighteen strokes. If you write one stroke a day, it will take eighteen days to write."
"There are 123 names here. We have a total of 2,000, 200, 14 days... Haven't seen each other..."
Yes, it's been over two thousand days.
From age thirteen to nineteen, six years have passed.
Lin Yuan unconsciously tightened his grip on Si Jin's hand, suddenly disregarding his status, and pulled her into his arms.
Over the past six years, he has tried to sense Jinjin countless times.
But Jinjin herself had sealed off her soul, so she couldn't sense any trace of her own soul.
He then began working tirelessly to earn money and search for people all over the world.
But every time they were about to find it, Chen Yiwei would take Jinjin and move to another location.
He then lowered himself and offered himself to him.
"I'm sorry." Lin Yuan's eyes were completely red, his heart felt as if it had been pierced by something, the pain was excruciating, and he couldn't piece it back together no matter what he did.
He choked up and said, "I'm late."
A moment later, the boy in his arms hugged him back and gently patted his shoulder, offering silent comfort.
… …
Lin Yuan didn't know how long he had been holding the person before he finally let go.
Seeing that Si Jin was about to cook, she decisively carried him back to the dining table and cooked several dishes according to his tastes and sent them over.
Si Jin remained expressionless. After finishing her meal, she opened the door.
Then he went back to his bedroom.
Lin Yuan sat alone in the living room, facing the cold wind, for a long time without realizing Si Jin's meaning.
Finally, he closed the front door and knocked on Si Jin's bedroom door.
The person inside remained silent, which troubled Lin Yuan.
To avoid disturbing him, I simply turned around, found a small wire, and started prying the lock.
But just as he aimed at the keyhole, he saw Si Jin open the door.
Then, the lock-picking tools in Xiao Tianjun's hand awkwardly fell into the boy's eyes.
"..."
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